crush (/w soulvanish, guaproses)(+rit)

left her this morning nthn feels right lil vent song

will ther evr be an exit
its nt gettn better it gets hrd to exist
i jst read ur letter wishing 4the best now
i dnt wann do u wrong noo
think we left off on the wrong note

i dnt wann be w u
if uw nt me to tell thr truth 
i rlly hateu..
i h8 to tellu al the news
dnt wanna break u 
i rlly changed u..
were nvr there 4me, i was there 4u

i kno tht it gets hard,
ill move on..
left me with a couple scars,
 im not 2strong
always reachin for thestars
how could i move wrong?
i tried to tell them it wont b to long
until im gone x2
ig that its my fault ur always right
im always wrong

tell me wher to go frm here
i dissapear
cus ik u dnt hear wht i say 
i waste my breath all day
& i get tired of waiting
jst kno ill be leavin
when ur up in the morning

i kno tht it gets hard,
ill move on..
left me with a couple scars,
 im not 2strong
always reachin for thestars
how could i move wrong?
i tried to tell them it wont b to long ://

@zixdown - when will it get better :// (prod. glamoonn+ yamaka)

is this what you wanted (loseralerrt, clearedxd)

thinking a lot (sochi x martinleib)

fantasy fixated  (sochi x martinleib)

Top featuring Toxin Brewer (lino X Kiyoshi)

꧁༒•lyrics :0•༒꧂

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͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽o͓̽u͓̽l͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽a͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽a͓̽c͓̽k͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽f͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽s͓̽l͓̽e͓̽e͓̽p͓̽
͓̽a͓̽n͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽m͓̽ ͓̽o͓̽f͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽d͓̽o͓̽w͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽k͓̽n͓̽e͓̽e͓̽s͓̽
͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽a͓̽n͓̽’͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽l͓̽i͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽i͓̽t͓̽h͓̽o͓̽u͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽
͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽a͓̽n͓̽’͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽l͓̽o͓̽s͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽
͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽e͓̽a͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽2͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽u͓̽c͓̽h͓̽ ͓̽2͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽e͓̽
͓̽a͓̽n͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽a͓̽n͓̽’͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽s͓̽e͓̽e͓̽m͓̽ ͓̽2͓̽
͓̽g͓̽e͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽a͓̽c͓̽k͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽p͓̽ ͓̽o͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽e͓̽e͓̽t͓̽
͓̽h͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽o͓̽m͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽2͓̽
͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽j͓̽u͓̽s͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽a͓̽n͓̽n͓̽a͓̽ ͓̽s͓̽l͓̽e͓̽e͓̽p͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽r͓̽o͓̽u͓̽g͓̽h͓̽
͓̽h͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽e͓̽e͓̽l͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽g͓̽a͓̽i͓̽n͓̽
͓̽e͓̽v͓̽e͓̽r͓̽y͓̽t͓̽h͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽i͓̽l͓̽l͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽l͓̽e͓̽e͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽r͓̽o͓̽u͓̽g͓̽h͓̽
͓̽i͓̽’͓̽m͓̽ ͓̽g͓̽r͓̽i͓̽e͓̽v͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽
͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽i͓̽g͓̽h͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽l͓̽o͓̽n͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽o͓̽r͓̽e͓̽v͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽k͓̽n͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽o͓̽n͓̽’͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽k͓̽n͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽o͓̽n͓̽’͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽e͓̽
͓̽l͓̽i͓̽v͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽ ͓̽n͓̽i͓̽g͓̽h͓̽t͓̽m͓̽a͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽h͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽l͓̽e͓̽a͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽h͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽k͓̽e͓̽e͓̽p͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽c͓̽h͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽e͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽a͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽n͓̽e͓̽v͓̽e͓̽r͓̽ ͓̽p͓̽l͓̽e͓̽a͓̽s͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽c͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽p͓̽o͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽p͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽c͓̽h͓̽a͓̽l͓̽k͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽p͓̽
͓̽i͓̽t͓̽’͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽j͓̽u͓̽s͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽n͓̽o͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽o͓̽d͓̽y͓̽
͓̽p͓̽e͓̽o͓̽p͓̽l͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽s͓̽h͓̽o͓̽o͓̽t͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽p͓̽
͓̽p͓̽e͓̽o͓̽p͓̽l͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽u͓̽n͓̽n͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽o͓̽u͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽l͓̽o͓̽b͓̽b͓̽y͓̽
͓̽i͓̽’͓̽m͓̽ ͓̽n͓̽o͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽r͓̽a͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽e͓̽n͓̽o͓̽u͓̽g͓̽h͓̽
͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽o͓̽l͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽l͓̽i͓̽k͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽o͓̽r͓̽i͓̽g͓̽a͓̽m͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽n͓̽l͓̽e͓̽s͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽’͓̽m͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽u͓̽c͓̽k͓̽e͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽p͓̽
͓̽t͓̽h͓̽a͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽’͓̽m͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽h͓̽i͓̽p͓̽p͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽o͓̽u͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽o͓̽m͓̽m͓̽y͓̽
͓̽t͓̽e͓̽l͓̽l͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽b͓̽o͓̽u͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽t͓̽e͓̽l͓̽l͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽b͓̽o͓̽u͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽d͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽a͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽u͓̽b͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽t͓̽
͓̽d͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽a͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽u͓̽b͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽s͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽o͓̽u͓̽n͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽o͓̽u͓̽t͓̽s͓̽i͓̽d͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽r͓̽y͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽
͓̽a͓̽n͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽i͓̽n͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽o͓̽u͓̽t͓̽s͓̽i͓̽d͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽y͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽a͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽l͓̽y͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽e͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽n͓̽e͓̽v͓̽e͓̽r͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽r͓̽y͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽
͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽o͓̽u͓̽g͓̽h͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽g͓̽a͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽u͓̽c͓̽k͓̽
͓̽t͓̽h͓̽o͓̽u͓̽g͓̽h͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽g͓̽a͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽u͓̽c͓̽k͓̽
͓̽i͓̽’͓̽m͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽u͓̽l͓̽l͓̽ ͓̽o͓̽f͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽i͓̽s͓̽c͓̽o͓̽m͓̽f͓̽o͓̽r͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽n͓̽’͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽o͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽n͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽a͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽u͓̽r͓̽t͓̽s͓̽
͓̽c͓̽a͓̽u͓̽s͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽k͓̽n͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽o͓̽n͓̽’͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽e͓̽
͓̽k͓̽n͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽o͓̽n͓̽’͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽l͓̽i͓̽v͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽ ͓̽n͓̽i͓̽g͓̽h͓̽t͓̽m͓̽a͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽h͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽l͓̽e͓̽a͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽h͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽k͓̽e͓̽e͓̽p͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽c͓̽h͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽e͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽s͓̽h͓̽r͓̽o͓̽o͓̽m͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽o͓̽r͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽s͓̽e͓̽a͓̽r͓̽c͓̽h͓̽
͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽o͓̽u͓̽l͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽n͓̽e͓̽v͓̽e͓̽r͓̽ ͓̽p͓̽l͓̽e͓̽a͓̽s͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽c͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽p͓̽o͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽p͓̽e͓̽r͓̽

reaper (rezlaine + sunrisess)

louis & chanel w/ fourteendays

Cemetery girl prod.glem

''I REMEMBER WHAT YOU DID''

everything is turning around
and everything you think you know of me will change now
dont think yall could handle
just know you not forgave at all
if im wit TS then we mob in that bitch
they was there for me that's my family
and for most of that shit you not forgave at all
if i had guns in that shit yo ass was getting chalked
when i say i was this close to crashing out i mean it yall
understand i get emotional my sadness reaching tall
i was in love wit my actress
and she love me, when i put her through the mattress
understand you only sorry to reactions
yea of course i know that cause i studied all yo actions
that's a fact man
i'm so sorry you mad sir i'm bad like michael jackson
say it all of the time cause i dont mask it
never hold ya tongue nah that shouldn't be yo practice
say everything you want for you die cause that shit tragic
got everything i want in life, got it off of acting
i said fuck the niggas who wasn't tryna tap in
never making amends wit everything that happened
this my life so ima make all the rules

did you feel remorse for your transgressions?
simple yes or no dont deflect from the question
when you lay your head onto that pillow do you feel at all?
like when you lay your onto that pillow hope you feel it all
fuck my skin, i peel it off
ask why he was involved
the next boy bestfriend getting shot 
blood on my hands no one to call

everything is turning around
and everything you think you know of me will change now
dont think yall could handle
just know you not forgave at all

YOU'RE NOT FORGIVEN (prod. 13en)

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thinking a lot (sochi x martinleib)

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